Zabin King
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- Posted: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 16:14:24 +0000
So I grew up in a small retirement town. Nothing interesting happened until I turned about 22.
At 22 I went to Job Corps up in Astoria, Oregon. For those who don't know, it is a government run trade school for youth where you live 24/7.
After Job Corps I went to Portland, because I am from a small town and Portland is a big glamorous city full of wonder, amazement, and rainbows where everything goes right for everyone at all times.
Things went fine in Portland. I got an alright job pretty much right off the bat and moved into my own little studio apartment.
Then I met a girl.
We hung out for a while. Went out on dates. Had a lot of fun.
She was looking for a cute boy to have fun with. I fell in love. She didn't.
No one did anything wrong. I'm not angry. It would be dumb of me to be.
She said she didn't think she could ever have real feelings for me. It hurt me a lot, but I'm glad she was honest. It is a failing of mine, but I can't keep casually dating her knowing there will never be a deeper connection. So we broke up.
Now I feel alone in Portland. I don't really know anyone. I have a stable job and a place to live. I'm not putting away money like I wanted to, only about $75 a month but I am surviving fine.
Down in the town I am from, lives every single family member I have. Including my newborn niece and my parents who's health is starting to fail.
I'm likely to get a much lower wage job down there, but the cost of living is lower. I'm paying $680 for my studio in Portland and the same sized studio in my old town is about $450. Plus I'll probably just live with either my Father or Mother for the first six months or so.
This girl doesn't think I should go. And I'm certainly having mixed feelings on it. It was such a victory for me to "get out" of that small town that I felt trapped in my whole childhood. But honestly everywhere I go pretty much feels the same.
I made the choice to leave right after the breakup, when I was an emotional butt. I was absolutely sure I was leaving at that point, but since then I am having second thoughts.
She wants to keep being friends and doesn't want me to leave, but I don't know if I can be friends with a girl I am deeply in love with. It may be petty of me, but I know what my limitations are. It would hurt too much.
At 22 I went to Job Corps up in Astoria, Oregon. For those who don't know, it is a government run trade school for youth where you live 24/7.
After Job Corps I went to Portland, because I am from a small town and Portland is a big glamorous city full of wonder, amazement, and rainbows where everything goes right for everyone at all times.
Things went fine in Portland. I got an alright job pretty much right off the bat and moved into my own little studio apartment.
Then I met a girl.
We hung out for a while. Went out on dates. Had a lot of fun.
She was looking for a cute boy to have fun with. I fell in love. She didn't.
No one did anything wrong. I'm not angry. It would be dumb of me to be.
She said she didn't think she could ever have real feelings for me. It hurt me a lot, but I'm glad she was honest. It is a failing of mine, but I can't keep casually dating her knowing there will never be a deeper connection. So we broke up.
Now I feel alone in Portland. I don't really know anyone. I have a stable job and a place to live. I'm not putting away money like I wanted to, only about $75 a month but I am surviving fine.
Down in the town I am from, lives every single family member I have. Including my newborn niece and my parents who's health is starting to fail.
I'm likely to get a much lower wage job down there, but the cost of living is lower. I'm paying $680 for my studio in Portland and the same sized studio in my old town is about $450. Plus I'll probably just live with either my Father or Mother for the first six months or so.
This girl doesn't think I should go. And I'm certainly having mixed feelings on it. It was such a victory for me to "get out" of that small town that I felt trapped in my whole childhood. But honestly everywhere I go pretty much feels the same.
I made the choice to leave right after the breakup, when I was an emotional butt. I was absolutely sure I was leaving at that point, but since then I am having second thoughts.
She wants to keep being friends and doesn't want me to leave, but I don't know if I can be friends with a girl I am deeply in love with. It may be petty of me, but I know what my limitations are. It would hurt too much.